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So, last chapter, Ryou got panged with an unforgettable part of his past. But how will that affect his future. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
No one ever found about the letter. That was good. For a few days after I sent it, I kept having shifty glances over my shoulder to make sure I was alone. But no one ever mentioned it, but I always had a sneaking feeling that Bakura knew, but he never told me, if he did.
It was about another month, and then it would have been a whole year I had been here. I had passed my birthday, and I really didn't care. Exactly on the day that was my one-year anniversary of being in that house, and not once being outside, that Bakura came to me with a proposition.
"Ryou, this house is getting real cramped now, with things flying everywhere, and Malik now practically living here, we need to move. That creates a problem though, seeing as it's too risky to show your face in public yet. And you haven't been outside in a year, and your skin would bake in a matter of hours. We need to find a way to get you out of here, and to the new place that Malik and I bought, without getting you noticed." Bakura was really frantic about this, but I didn't see why. Everyone would have already forgotten about me, so who cared?
"Also, Malik is living in the new, bigger house with us, seeing as he has nothing else to do with his time, and it's closer to where he works." That news shocked me a little, seeing as I still didn't feel to comfortable around him. He seemed a little too obsessed with me, like he, somehow, wanted what I had become. The thought scared me a little, but I thought that if Bakura trusted him, I trusted him. Because it was true, I trusted Bakura with my life.
The next day, I started packing, seeing as Bakura had decided to leave that night. Because it was dark, they need not worry about my sensitive skin, but because they still didn't want me to risk going in public, I would wear a helmet, and ride on Malik's bike with him. I wasn't so sure about the idea, but Bakura seemed like it was a miracle Malik had the bike in the first place, so I went along with it. They made me tie back my hair into a bun, so it wouldn't stick out of the helmet. I looked really stupid, but I suppose I didn't care, as long as I got out of that house.
We took off that night, Bakura in his 1989 Chevy, and Malik and me on the Motorcycle. We were about two hours before we started heading into a dense forest. That didn't seem like a good idea. We traveled through it, and emerged out the other side of it after about another hour. I was in awe at the sight I saw. There were mountains, beautiful under the clear, starry sky. Malik pointed at a log cabin in the distance, and shouted that that's where we were headed. It took another hour to reach it, but it kept getting bigger and bigger. It was the size of a small mansion once we reached it.
"Here's where we live now, Ryou." Malik said, this time, resting his hand on my shoulder, which made me instantly tense. I moved away to take off the helmet, but Malik didn't seem to care. He walked over to Bakura's truck and started unloading the things from it, one being my suitcase. I suddenly didn't feel comfortable him carrying it, so I walked over to him, and offered to take it. He looked a little pissed, but he gave it to me anyway.
We all walked inside, and the place looked even bigger on the inside than on the outside. It had a huge entrance hall that led into a spiraling staircase that went up to the second floor. There was a hall leading straight forward, to the dining room and the kitchen, and the den. I was in awe. I stood there for about five minutes before it actually sunk in that I was living here. I guided my suitcase up the stairs, glad for once I didn't have to carry the damned thing, and looked for a room. I picked the one on the end, it was bigger, and had one hell of a skylight. I set my suitcase down on the bed, and walked back downstairs.
"Ryou, over here." Yelled Bakura, signaling they were in the den. I walked over to it, which took a surprisingly long time, and sat down on the couch next to Bakura, Malik was in a recliner on the opposite side of the room.
"So, here, this is where we'll be staying for the remainder of your childhood. Now I know that school was a major thing to you, and you were pretty upset you had to miss it, so we've found a way for you to attend school, and not have to step a foot out of this room." It was true, I had been pretty pissed he could no longer attend school. I had Bakura but me some books, so I could at least retain what I had learned. Most of my suitcase contained those books.
"Here you are, all you have to do is plug this into the wall, and you've got Internet!" Said Malik, as Bakura handed me a brief case like thing. I was ecstatic, right up to the point where I hugged Bakura. I was instantly read, and apologized over and over again, but he just laughed. I excused myself and ran upstairs. First, I unpacked, and then I was so tired from being out all night, so I said I would try the laptop out after I awoke.
I fell asleep, happier than I was in months. Little did I know, there was someone lurking in the room, waiting for the right moment to take what was needed from it's new inhabitee. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, hope you likes, not much exiting happening in this chapter, but a cliff none the less. Uh, I was thinking about making Malik the bad guy in this story, but I wanna know what you think. Please R&R and give me ideas, thanx.
So, last chapter, Ryou got panged with an unforgettable part of his past. But how will that affect his future. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
No one ever found about the letter. That was good. For a few days after I sent it, I kept having shifty glances over my shoulder to make sure I was alone. But no one ever mentioned it, but I always had a sneaking feeling that Bakura knew, but he never told me, if he did.
It was about another month, and then it would have been a whole year I had been here. I had passed my birthday, and I really didn't care. Exactly on the day that was my one-year anniversary of being in that house, and not once being outside, that Bakura came to me with a proposition.
"Ryou, this house is getting real cramped now, with things flying everywhere, and Malik now practically living here, we need to move. That creates a problem though, seeing as it's too risky to show your face in public yet. And you haven't been outside in a year, and your skin would bake in a matter of hours. We need to find a way to get you out of here, and to the new place that Malik and I bought, without getting you noticed." Bakura was really frantic about this, but I didn't see why. Everyone would have already forgotten about me, so who cared?
"Also, Malik is living in the new, bigger house with us, seeing as he has nothing else to do with his time, and it's closer to where he works." That news shocked me a little, seeing as I still didn't feel to comfortable around him. He seemed a little too obsessed with me, like he, somehow, wanted what I had become. The thought scared me a little, but I thought that if Bakura trusted him, I trusted him. Because it was true, I trusted Bakura with my life.
The next day, I started packing, seeing as Bakura had decided to leave that night. Because it was dark, they need not worry about my sensitive skin, but because they still didn't want me to risk going in public, I would wear a helmet, and ride on Malik's bike with him. I wasn't so sure about the idea, but Bakura seemed like it was a miracle Malik had the bike in the first place, so I went along with it. They made me tie back my hair into a bun, so it wouldn't stick out of the helmet. I looked really stupid, but I suppose I didn't care, as long as I got out of that house.
We took off that night, Bakura in his 1989 Chevy, and Malik and me on the Motorcycle. We were about two hours before we started heading into a dense forest. That didn't seem like a good idea. We traveled through it, and emerged out the other side of it after about another hour. I was in awe at the sight I saw. There were mountains, beautiful under the clear, starry sky. Malik pointed at a log cabin in the distance, and shouted that that's where we were headed. It took another hour to reach it, but it kept getting bigger and bigger. It was the size of a small mansion once we reached it.
"Here's where we live now, Ryou." Malik said, this time, resting his hand on my shoulder, which made me instantly tense. I moved away to take off the helmet, but Malik didn't seem to care. He walked over to Bakura's truck and started unloading the things from it, one being my suitcase. I suddenly didn't feel comfortable him carrying it, so I walked over to him, and offered to take it. He looked a little pissed, but he gave it to me anyway.
We all walked inside, and the place looked even bigger on the inside than on the outside. It had a huge entrance hall that led into a spiraling staircase that went up to the second floor. There was a hall leading straight forward, to the dining room and the kitchen, and the den. I was in awe. I stood there for about five minutes before it actually sunk in that I was living here. I guided my suitcase up the stairs, glad for once I didn't have to carry the damned thing, and looked for a room. I picked the one on the end, it was bigger, and had one hell of a skylight. I set my suitcase down on the bed, and walked back downstairs.
"Ryou, over here." Yelled Bakura, signaling they were in the den. I walked over to it, which took a surprisingly long time, and sat down on the couch next to Bakura, Malik was in a recliner on the opposite side of the room.
"So, here, this is where we'll be staying for the remainder of your childhood. Now I know that school was a major thing to you, and you were pretty upset you had to miss it, so we've found a way for you to attend school, and not have to step a foot out of this room." It was true, I had been pretty pissed he could no longer attend school. I had Bakura but me some books, so I could at least retain what I had learned. Most of my suitcase contained those books.
"Here you are, all you have to do is plug this into the wall, and you've got Internet!" Said Malik, as Bakura handed me a brief case like thing. I was ecstatic, right up to the point where I hugged Bakura. I was instantly read, and apologized over and over again, but he just laughed. I excused myself and ran upstairs. First, I unpacked, and then I was so tired from being out all night, so I said I would try the laptop out after I awoke.
I fell asleep, happier than I was in months. Little did I know, there was someone lurking in the room, waiting for the right moment to take what was needed from it's new inhabitee. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* Well, hope you likes, not much exiting happening in this chapter, but a cliff none the less. Uh, I was thinking about making Malik the bad guy in this story, but I wanna know what you think. Please R&R and give me ideas, thanx.